Wednesday, 19 March 2014

In the upper echelons of society
there exists an ever growing group of individuals with entirely too much time
on their hands. The members hark from around the world, but share similar
traits. Often from lives of exceptional wealth, they are apathetic individuals,
detached from day to day life and merely looking for the next distraction. In this club they find that
something they have been seeking to fill the void. The club allows its members anonymity
and encourages pseudonyms taken from ancient gods.

Now the name of the game is
Despair. The members compete against each other, and a recognised hierarchy
exists for individuals that have proven proficient in the past. A random person
from across the world will be elected and presented to the player, who will then
proceed to tear apart the person’s life in the most entertaining fashion. The
resources of the cabal extend far and wide, and with the significant money at
their disposal there are few doors that cannot be unlocked. The game is scored
based on the speed with which the player can get the target to dispatch
themselves.

It’s not clear exactly how long
the club has been in existence, but the earliest records were shortly after World
War 2.A small group of English officers
returned from the war back to lives of luxury, and started to explore new ways
in which hell could be inflicted upon an person. Over the years, the numbers
have grown and imaginative characters have brought about the self-inflicted
slaughter of thousands.

Over the years, rules for the
game have had to be implemented. The most egregious examples would be in the
late 70’s. “Ares” had just been given his target and had dropped out of sight.
The cabal kept the victim under constant surveillance , awaiting what would
come next. During a family dinner, "Ares" calmly walked in and executed 8 members
of his family. He tossed a pistol at the poor boy, and instructed that either
her shoot himself or the rest of his family would be dead by dawn. Took him 30
seconds to make the choice. “Ares” loves to brag about the fact that the “No killing”
rule was brought in to bring him under control.

Now the games comprise of identity
assassination and the destruction of a person’s faith in themselves. One of the
more interesting examples was from “Isis”, who announced from the start that
she had no care for the time taken and that this would be her magnus opus. She
hired several individuals to undergo plastic surgery to make themselves identical
to the target. They started to follow this young introverted woman around,
always visible to her in the distance. She began to grow paranoid. At this
point, the stalking escalated to several of them following at once and
approaching her aggressively. She always ran from these encounters, heading
home and locking her doors tight. They would post photos of her taken from her
back garden through her letter box. It took 6 days before she finally snapped
and opened up her arms with shards from the mirror.

The current record is held by “Morpheus”.
It was quite inspired. He paid a number of actors to approach the target, and
to say deadpan “wake up, you’re in a coma” then act confused when he confronted
them about what they had said. He hurled himself from the top floor of his
offices before the day was out.

Now there is no limitation to who can become a target, save for the members
of the club. This extends to celebrities from all walks of life. Many public
rag scandals have come from machinations of the club, with the now fading star
watching their glamour dissolve in front of their eyes. Those who have lived
the high life often cannot continue once they are cast out.

An interesting case was with “Jupiter”.
They threw him a bit of a curveball, and elected a target from deep within the
amazon forest. A tribesman with no significant concept of much outside his own
village. He kidnapped the man in the night and proceeded to subject him to a
clockwork orange-style lesson in the horrors and atrocities that have been committed
by man. It took 3 days , but he clawed out his own eyes and died from the
shock.

Now this brings us to You. You have
been selected as the next target. My name is “Mercury” and you are my target. Knowing
what you know now, why don’t you save us all some time and just swallow the
goddamn capsule…

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Hi there, my name is Marc Tobit. This here is my attempt at writing. Unfortunately I have the attention span of a goldfish, so creepypasta is best suited to someone of my focus.
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